lirik lagu paybacc - we need more
[verse 1] illy
ayo, n~ggas smile, when they see son behind the cage
cuz i’m foul, they can’t stand to see me behind the gauge
n~ggas better wear they’re guns like clothes, we run on foes
no k!llin children but we smack up hoes
we crack down o’s to grams, we good in math
we put in so much work, re~ups like an exam
you got weight, you the teacher, chippin, you the student
my blocks cl!ckin, my sales comin through fluent
now i’m trying to live positive, through a street life prerogative
we got money to make, take and shots to give
all my peoples live equal we are one
n~ggas is shooting off they mouth without guns
without funds? you can’t go to war broke because you need lawyer fees and plus weed to smoke
i’m in the mix, the streets got me trapped, but its no need to worry, the heat got my back
prepare for warfare cause the art of surprise is f~cked
especially when you on the receiving side
[verse 2] paybacc
bury guys and paralyze
both fractions black as skies, hop in black, everyone dies
high speed chase, one move can jeapordize
go easy on the brakes and we won’t have to slide
streets is deadly if you down for the ride
cause some n~ggas out just to be recognized
smoke weed, drink beer and get high
when sh~t gets live the same b~tches are petrified
when sh~t gets live, they’d rather chill and stay inside
yeah i see you on the block but you can’t look me in my eye
cause you can’t feel my pain cause it burns from inside
cause you supposed to be my man and now it’s all lies
my team rise, with 9’s and 45’s
and all i been thinking is murder, homicide
must’ve been all this drinking that made it all arrive
run up in his kitchen gag him, hog tied
[chorus]
we need more [?]’s more drugs more shots
more funds, more guns, more blocks
it’s our time to eat, grind and beef
unemployed ghetto boys with our mind to the street
we need more [?]’s more drugs more shots
more funds, more guns, more blocks
it’s our time to eat, grind and beef
unemployed ghetto boys with our mind to the street
[verse 3] paybacc
yo, the way i’m rappin, these n~ggas swear that i’m ignorant
[??], c~ck tools and tear ligaments
the block life is straight rigorous
dump and they spittin sh~t
yall n~ggas is sweeter than licorice
pump on blocks and stores, sellin grams, they raw
f~ck around and get shot for sure
no game’s we connect like 4’s, fist connects to jaws
open fists connect to broads
we the hardest the true definition of real
while yall n~ggas keep stck on keepin it real
you get shot, when these things whistle through your windshield
we all soldiers, these shots will make you keel over
my dogs rob you til your deals over’
we tryna eat til the meals over, and i can’t sleep cause the streets coldest
yeah, my n~ggas we all holders
and you gon get shot by these toasters
so you better run for closure
[chorus]
we need more [?]’s more drugs more shots
more funds, more guns, more blocks
it’s our time to eat, grind and beef
unemployed ghetto boys with our mind to the street
we need more [?]’s more drugs more shots
more funds, more guns, more blocks
it’s our time to eat, grind and beef
unemployed ghetto boys with our mind to the street
we need more [?]’s more drugs more shots
more funds, more guns, more blocks
it’s our time to eat, grind and beef
unemployed ghetto boys with our mind to the street
we need more [?]’s more drugs more shots
more funds, more guns, more blocks
it’s our time to eat, grind and beef
unemployed ghetto boys with our mind to the street
[verse 4] illy
ayo we blast shotties, crash parties, drunk off bacardi
we young and naughty, front n~gga and become a body
and just cause i’m rappin, don’t mean i’m not clappin
n~ggas think twice when they see us in action
a fraction, is what you get reduced to
when you hear that slug right off of that deuce deuce
i move through, with some henny on rocks
with a semi on my waist i got plenty of shots
i play the wall by the corner, right by the exit
so we can move out quick if sh~t get hectic
on some rex sh~t, yo they know what it’s like
stay robbin out of towners, getting blows from the wife
a lot of cats spit it, but only a few live it
with 2 guns up cause the streets is my critic
i get feedback, from [?] that don’t need rap
blow out your kneecap, and my squad don’t breed rats
[chorus]
we need more [?]’s more drugs more shots
more funds, more guns, more blocks
it’s our time to eat, grind and beef
unemployed ghetto boys with our mind to the street
we need more [?]’s more drugs more shots
more funds, more guns, more blocks
it’s our time to eat, grind and beef
unemployed ghetto boys with our mind to the street
we need more [?]’s more drugs more shots
more funds, more guns, more blocks
it’s our time to eat, grind and beef
unemployed ghetto boys with our mind to the street
we need more [?]’s more drugs more shots
more funds, more guns, more blocks
it’s our time to eat, grind and beef
unemployed ghetto boys with our mind to the street
(x2 until fade out)
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